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Jaicob Jul 2021
I've been taken advantage of.
I've been lied to a thousand times.
My mind is awfully broken now,
Adn my body is riddled with lines.

I can't believe you did this to me
After you said you loved me.
In the end, it was just a trap,
And the ransom was my sanity.

I made myself pretty for you,
Dolled up with bows and paint.
It was never good enough though.
You stole more of me every day.

I tore myself apart because
I couldn't be enough.
Even then you yelled at me
"Get over it.. Life is tough"

You never believed me when I said
A thing you didn't like.
I told you I hated you in my life
Always feeding me molten lies.

Even then, you pushed me away
And tore me limb from limb.
Everything I did to myself
Was caused by you, mum, not him.
xavier thomas Jul 2021
I can’t wait to give you what you want
Got champagne and snack when you come
Dress up in that lace red nighttime gown
Cause tonight baby, you is mine, mine, mine
We can go half-and-half on a son
Keep you company until morning dawn
Just keep calm, no need to scream & shout
Cause tonight baby, you is mine, mine, mine
Benzene Jul 2021
ART
Creating art
is like letting your soul breathe
that once choked by doubt
that came to life after one verse .
"Art is just the image of your  soul"

Maybe that's why when I looked at you
your eyes looked like meteors showers
and your iris like moon ,
body barely holds
millions of shattered galaxies
beauty is in the shattered soul
which balancing its sanity .

Sometimes you looked  like a saddest yet beautiful piece of art
which lie at the corner of museum
having a thousand  of tales to tell
yet no soul to listen
maybe they know they won't able to bear it
perhaps it's meant to be that
not everyone is an artist
who can feel your soul .
.
.
" Not everyone can understand you because not everyone is an Artist "
find a soul and fall in love with it . which is ageless and Shapeless.
Tiger Ayres Jul 2021
You left me too long ago
It doesn't hurt anymore
Well, maybe a little
But I hated you for it
All of it
I hated what you did and
I hated what you didn't do
I hated what you said and
I hated what you didn't say
I hated what you became and
I hated what you couldn't become
I hated it all
And I hate what you did to me
How you'd smile at me with those dimpled cheeks
How you'd look up at me with that love in your eyes
How you'd hold me when I needed holding
And how'd you kiss me when I needed kissing
I hate all of what you did
And loved every part of it
I just needed something to hate
Or I'd love you forever
I'd love you forever
Garrett Johnson Jul 2021
No reason until.

Reassured and measured.
You take off your buttoned shirt.
Smothered in dead dye.
Left confined, smiling, once.
A murmur.
No place.
Left wanted.
All streaming in haunting.
Let go.
As the back of candles remember, the brain that coursed in
The drip.
The flow.
The pit.
In the stomach.
Just, still.


Garrett Johnson
Ehh, yeah.
Garrett Johnson Jun 2021
Photo of a street in the Mountains and thanks.

Maybe last.
In anxiety... purpose.
Pending in leaves made.
From you.


Garrett Johnson.
****, I left in on.
hazem al jaber Jun 2021
Drawing you ...

what could i write ...
what could i say more ...
how can i ...
draw you by letters ...
is this a face ...
or it's a sparkling  moon ...
sends it lights ...
or it's mix of stars ...
to make your beautiful face ...

tell me how could ...
i draw you sweetheart ...
even the most great artist  ...
never could do ...
so , ..am i ...
how would i describe ...
with my poor pen ...
it never get brave to do ...
is it dare ...
even me ...
can't do ...
as what you are ...

how to draw ...
a face ..
a beautiful face ...
as this space ...
has the most beautiful stars ...
and those rays of sparkle ...
from your charming eyes ...
which they as a well mellow ...
it just exploded to stream  ...
with it sweet wet water ..
to irrigate a thirsty land ...

Oh sweetheart ..
how could my pen do...
nor me ...
how to draw you ...
to draw the most sweet face ...
that i adored ...
since i got ...
the first kiss ..

could i do ...
i will try ...

hazem al ...
Garrett Johnson Jun 2021
Anyways on the walk to your house.

Twice in the hall.
Lose it.
Felt like permanent.
Scold.
Grass keeps the air cool, like matte.
Perhaps crawl.
So enthralled.
Liking it, lose it all again.
Over.
A corpse chiming with ideas.
Chiming only to finest, hideous.
Hideous.
More hideous.


Garrett Johnson.
mmm I guess
Karijinbba Jul 2021
Je t' aime kamma  
I long for thine sutra,
throbbing Hilton pÔg.
King of Prussia PA.

O the first time thine
many face moon playing hide and seek showered us with moonlight just to hear us sigh and sigh till song and dance lended our feet shoeless Pon our crib of fragrant blooms tracing on each others back
mo grĂĄ Angel
I'm yours, be mine.
aingeal Is mise mise
Te amo.
Thermo King
Westing house
Je t'aime, Je t'aime
mera bano main
tumhaara hoon.
~
By: Karijinbba
74-95 -6-21
https://youtu.be/Pw8fc-Ucvzs
Him Jun 2021
I spent the day with you, waiting for the Sun to set; that I might kiss you in the darkness it left behind.
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